Crash, Rattle and Roll.

Crash looked down at the little marble, kinda tiny he thought, but we might be able to trade. Rattle was lining it up with his usual avaricousness, blue and green, he thought, cool. And Roll let go of a slow sigh, it sure is beautiful, thought Roll, but I doubt it will ever be mine.

The ocean is licking my toes hoho’s the hearty pirate looking up at the stars. Now if I follow Roll til we run into Rattle and Crash somewhere there a map might be stashed in a cranny or nook and by hook or by crook,

Sometimes the tide turns of itself and the stars rotate in the sky, crash rattle and roll, some thunderstorm and bam there’s you and i,

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A theme I often marvel at is the way you take different characters and they meld to one and the same, perhaps, but who knows, and who needs to know, but it is for you – the reader – to decide. The sound and rhythm in this is so playful and happy… but with a true conviction, purposefully light. Your work is incomparable, truly.Thankyou, your comments are incomparable too,

more pirates please! I believe it was Oscar Wilde who said “one can never have enough pirates” and “if one is tired of pirates, one is tired of life”

haha great piece as usual, naive, and evocative of the very colour of childhood. somehow I imagine that the “you and I” in the last line are the same protagonists when they are older, looking back on what came before? so its like the waves and storms are the waves of time…

excellent.Was it Wilde? They could be, Peter, but you know me, most of the time I don’t who’s who,

like an idiot it took me awhile to figure out the Zeus tag … then bam .. there’s Earth in S1, there’s “us” in S2 looking up and wondering the same stuff … you really made me smile with this … because i have conversations with the sky, well, ok, i interrogate .. about the who’s really who and where … above/below is not definable, not any more, everything changes .. above/below .. and t/here we all are …

wonderful creational …Thankyou, your comments always boggle me in a most pleasant way, you are amazing,

… dang.. shake, rattle n roll… another one of those ol’ early songs… these characters are simply enchanting… something like a crazy bend on lewis’ looking glass… no queens but lotsa hoho pirates lingerin at the tide mezmerized by the stars… got nothin on blackbeard…

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“The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the utmost limits of what can be said; what stirs literature is the call and attraction of what is not in the dictionary.”
Italo Calvino.

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